The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-11-18

Court HheEs the EsrscUtioB Took Place.
from the eyes. Folz moved a step and
in moment the throat of Fischer was
encircled. He moved his head up and
down as if it hurt him. Engel does not
move as the operation is being performed.
Parsons rivets his gaze on the ground and
his features are contracted. All four are
evidently determined 20 die game.
A deputy approaches Spies with the car
in his hands. The condemned man saws
something in an undertone. He is evi.
IDENTIFY demonstrating. The deputy waivers
for moment. Spies speaks still more
earnestly. The deputy looks at the sher
iR; the latter closes his eyes. 1t is enough; /;
the cap is quickly drawn over the face Of
the Anarchist leader. 1t has been seen
for the last time in life. The head OF
Engel is next covered, then Fischer and
Parsons last. Ficher's head moves up and
down in the direction of the sheriff, who
with his hands upon the iron railing of the
gallery, is ready to give the signal. 1t is as
though the Anarchist, as well as
he can, in his muslin-covered head, is
That official, however, does not respond.
There is a moment of death-like stiffness,
Then clear and distinct comes the voice
of Spies. His form straightens up, the
muslin seems to move in harmony with
his lips. '0ur silence is more powerful
than speech" That is all, but there is a
ring to it that echoes far away down
the corridor. Silence again for a
second. Then in round full
voice a shout "Hurrah for Anarchy ~
comes from Engel. Another pause.
broken this time by the voice of Fischer:
''This is the happest moment of my life.'
He has had his say. Then the clear, we'll
modulated voice of Parsons breaks the op.
pressive stiffness. There is not that en-.
thusiastic ring in it which marked the ut
terances of the others. 1t is the voice of q
judge delivering a dec sion. A scarcely
definable pause between each word
"Shall 1 be allowed to speak, Oh, men
and women Of dear America p
The sheriff shifts his position q
little, he is several feet away from the
speaker, but the speaker must have seen
the movement through the folds of the
cap. There is a rising infection in his
voice, not so much of pleading as of de-
mand. Let me speak, Sheriff Matsonl"
is what he says. "Let the voice of the
people be heard"-down went the trap;
the last words Of Parsons had died upon
his lips. -Four bodies swung in empty air,
and the Haymarket massacre was
avenged.
The drop fell at 11:55.6. From the first
step Of Spies upon the scalrold until the
cuttin g of the rope, precisely six minutes
and three seconds had elapsed. For q
moment after the drop had fallen, not a
soul stirred. A low murmur like pent
up sigh of relief went through the corri-
dor. Then, as If moved by one common
impulse, every man rose to his feet and
every eye was Tivibed upon the body
of Spies. The arch-auarchist was
dying hard. His legs and arms
moved convulsiveiy, with extraordinary
rapidity. It was though he We're alive
and conscious, and struggling to free
himself from the cords that bound him.
His whole frame was agitated by quiv.
ering tremor. Low groans of horror
came from many lips, and the expression
"Ho's dying hard" was heard on all
sides. This continued for over a minute
An hour il seemed-and then the strug
giles grew fainter, and fainter, until they
finally ceased.